Saturday, May 26, 2012

Thursday, May 24, 2012

We had such a great afternoon in San Rafael. Gina bought a bag of t-shirts to tie-dye, and I bought a bag of t-shirts to iron little pictures on. Most exciting purchase: 6 silk scarves @ $3.81 apiece, and a jar of chartreuse dye. Oh boy, I can't wait! You're supposed to dye the silk on your stove in a stainless steel pot. Will Tom mind if I use his All Clad stock pot?

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012

Our fearless leader wrote an Italian sonnet that I love. (She doesn't like to be called a teacher). Her name is Jane Underwood and she runs The Writing Salon where I take my class.

The Right Idea

When you have the right idea, I say to myself, you'll know it. Simple. So I drink tea and wait, often for years, for that right idea. It's such a relief when it finally arrives (wearing sweats, out of the blue) to tell me what I already knew. (Sweats and an old shirt, so casually!) I tend to expect more grandeur, I suppose, from a right idea. Not such a plain-clothed oracle. But in one quick blink, no fanfare The right idea can break thru rock, voila. January, February, March. Then April.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Today I didn't feel like reading it. I slept late. I knew I didn't need to meditate. I knew I didn't need to go over my work from yesterday and make a plan for today. I usually try to do both things before getting in the shower.

Suddenly it was lunchtime and I was starving. I wasn't well, I could tell, and I needed nourishment. I plopped not one, but two tamales into the steamer.

At 2:30 I knew I needed to lie down and rest. I had a headache. I wanted to take a Cold-Eeze, because basically they're yummy--and they always work. But we were out, so I had an Alka-Seltzer for colds (Orange Zest--delicious!) and went to bed.

At 4:00 I got up and decided to go to Walgreen's to buy some Cold-Eeze. I didn't really have a cold––but I simply had to have a Cold-Eeze. On the way I remembered we also needed some cashews and almonds, so I turned around and drove to Safeway instead. I found the Cold-Eeze, some cashews, and a large bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin on sale. Then I remembered the Pacific Rim Dry Riesling that Tom had said he liked. It was so inexpensive. I put a bottle of wine in the cart and then it hit me how much I could save if I bought six bottles. (If you buy 6 bottles at once you get an extra 10% discount--but why am I telling you this; I'm sure you already know.)

I rolled over to the fresh baked bread. Tom can't eat wheat, and I know some people believe that carbs aren't healthy. But when you're not feeling your best, sometimes you need to give your body what it asks for.

They were out of the tiny buns, so I bought a 3-foot long Semifreddi's Sourdough Seeded Baguette.

Back in the car I tore into the sourdough bread. I didn't want to have to gorge myself in front of Tom, who can't eat bread!

I really didn't feel like walking, much less jogging. Today wasn't my day for sit-ups or arm exercises. And when you're feeling low, I'm not sure yoga is a good thing. So I gulped down a gin and tonic and Tom fixed a healthy dinner, along with dessert. I cleaned everything up. No clues.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Monday, May 07, 2012

Today I found out I didn't get the subway book. Anne found out from her ortho doc that she's grounded again.

Good things: a link from Sal, an email from Aggles about Dad, an extremely spammy message from Jamie and speedy technical assistance from dogbark.com, a poem from Jane (a villanelle, no less), an email from Mari that made me laugh, my garbage and recycling and compost duties taken care of when I arrived home with takeout from Chino's. The sweet comments on Faster, faster!

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Oops! I ate the whole wide world.
It fit inside me fine.I took it with a grain of saltAnd poured a splash of wine.

Dessert: I had another world!I mixed it with the moon.I warmed it in the microwaveAnd ate it with a spoon.

I'm taking the Writing Salon's Round Robin class again, where you're given a daily prompt. You can use the prompt any way you'd like, or you can ignore the prompt altogether. But you've got to write for 10-12 minutes daily and exchange what you've written with your partner-of-the-week, or else.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

We met at Park Chow and Cheryl passed out the power necklaces. She made them of fused glass strung on waxed leather cords. Janet's is deep red, Cheryl's is cool blue, and mine is chartreuse, of course.

The reason I call them power necklaces is because after spending time with these two women I had so much energy! It had to be the necklace, don't you think?